Tory Lanez – Dope Boy’s Diary Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah, nothin’ bigger than the Umbrella
Yeah, yeah (Perfect)
Forever, you just gotta feel me, nigga
Lil Tory (Cannon)

[Verse]
Told my bitch, “I love her”, she ain’t say it back
My heart, I can’t play with that
Fuck it, that’s that, and we made it that
Runnin’ through the trap to find my re-up, tryna make it back
BM trippin’, I’m just tryna cop my son his favorite snacks
Love from the Crip, Bloods, and GDs
Scammin’ out the bank, I made like fifty thou’ on TD
In this trap, my homeboys my heart, but shit, I gotta move greedy
Got a budget for the lawyer case I lose with this PD (Perfect)
‘Cause we tryna get more than rich, fuck the fame and all the gliss
My bitch ain’t had tits, so I bought her tits
I’m a lil’ older, so I mold her ’til I taught the bitch
Boy, I woulda swore that she was loyal ’til I caught the bitch
I won’t trust a soul, it’s just me and my pole, playin’ position
On that road, watchin’ jackboys close
Gun closer than the sirens, see if them boys try me
Bitch, I’m openin’ the fire, catchin’ bodies like corona in the virus, nigga
Weed bought the Rolex, crack bought the bussdown
Trappin’ did a home run, scammin’ did a touchdown
Thinkin’ ’bout my son now, know I gotta stay alive
‘Cause I done let him down like four times and I can’t make it five
Cops from a naked eye, watchin’ in a foreign
But we movin’ neat, the DA can’t grant them no warrants (Perfect)
The Birdman with me like Wayne in New Orleans
Rainin’ and pourin’, ragin’ and warin’
Prolly lost my bitch to an athlete
Fuck it, I’ma pull up with another bitch, mad fleek
I remember Crystal done told me I was mad weak
From that day, I never let another bitch embarrass me (Perfect)
I had to wear the same drawers
Goin’ out for weeks, a nigga stank, but this shit paid off
Flexin’ like I own the rental, nigga, I had to play it off
Hoes I put this dick off in they hole just like I’m playin’ golf
Anytime I ran up out of work I sold ’em drywall
I was broke and threw it on the scale ’cause I can’t eyeball
Homie, I just came from bein’ homeless, that’s a sidebar
That’s why with this rap shit I be focused, can’t take time off
Boy, I’m not a killer, but don’t push me, that’s on my mama
‘Cause my killers out there swimmin’ in the deep end
‘Fore he knew that nigga drowned ’cause he was deep in
Scoreboard, bitch, you playin’ on the defense
My lil’ niggas catchin’ bodies every weekend
My lil’ shooter made the movie with the sequence
Play with us and we gon’ turn that nigga pretense
In the foreign, picked him up from out the precinct
‘Cause he gon’ still put in that pressure ’til the beef ends, ayy
I wanna cheat but I’ll prolly kill her if she cheat on me
Homicidal thoughts don’t mix with Gs on me
Plus I be with Gs, homie, stick hot like ninety-eight degrees on me
Trigger finger itchy like some fleas on me
Sleepin’ on my nigga sofa, sleepin’ on the floor
I couldn’t even tell a bitch, “Come over”
Now it’s all Dior all on my body like my melatonin
Niggas took the stand, I can’t believe them boys were tellin’ on me
Street shit is hella phony, yeah
Look in my eyes, you see I’m dodgin’ all the demons
Came a long way from swipin’ fraud cards at all the Neiman’s (Perfect)
I was plottin’ and schemin’, poppin’ bad beans and shit
I thought it, then dreamed it, turned it to reality
This a fatality, killin’ any nigga sayin’ he got the same style as me
I’m the only rapper sayin’ shit with no apology
Pull up, you could holler, B
Your favorite rapper’s shit just ain’t as hot as me
Tory (Perfect)

[Outro]
Ayy, spittin’ fire in the booth
Forgiato tires on the coupe
OGs lookin’ at me like they inspired to be me, when I aspired to be you
It’s crazy but it’s true
Damn, yeah
90310 run this shit, you know what’s goin’ on, nigga
Big U, big Umbrella

Lil Yachty – Riley From the Boondocks Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
And Maybach Mitch on the beat too, bitch

[Verse 1]
Ooh, bitch, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, bitch, Ike Turner the beat
600 degrees
Baby just want a degree
I’ma pay all of the fees
Yup, told her, “We need more like you”
Really need less like me
I’ma Slimeball like Nudy
I slang wood like Judy
488, red ruby
Wait, I cannot fuck with the Jakes
Hmm, unless it’s TD
Slide on yo bitch like a CD
Rarely seen, when I am, it’s a Kodak
You niggas snitchin’, I already know that
Make a decision by makin’ decision
These niggas be switchin’, I’ma have to cut ’em
But touch my umbrella
We can’t be related ’cause I’m a go-getter
And he’s just too lazy, the Glock got the laser
The pump got the laser, the Uzi, a laser
The AR, a laser, I’m strapped, don’t do tasers
Yeah, turn you to a tater
Just got an AP and stomp out like the Raiders
I prayed to be best, I’m like crackin’ away from
I’m cool with my neighbors, they plot with the mayors
I can’t get in trouble
I only back down if I’m shootin’, I double
She ride on the dick like the bike with the muffle
I said I had one, but I keep me a couple
I can’t do no scuffle

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits and Nike socks

[Verse 2]
Hmm, shit, I got Nike money (Checks)
Signed with QC and started actin’ funny
Changed my number five times since you’ve had it, dummy
I’m outside, it’s V-Live, come and press it, dummy (Damn)
I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope), I ain’t givin’ clout (Nope)
Lick that pussy ’til it’s squirtin’ like a sprinkler spout
Fuck her once, then I took her to the In-N-Out
Bitch, I’m all about the gang, ain’t no signin’ out
Yeah, we vibin’ out, and they ridin’ out
Bet you say the wrong thing, then we wildin’ out
Don’t you get it? Aim it at your fitted
This ain’t New Edition, VVS’ glisten
I was raised by the loaders, they don’t ever listen
Disrespect boys, then we X boys

[Chorus]
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks
Uh, moonwalk, beat like a boom box (Beat)
With the shits like I’m Riley from The Boondocks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
With lil’ bro on the block, he got two Glocks
All he rock is track suits (And what?) and Nike socks

Taylor Gang – Gang Gang

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
I’m rollin’ up that motivation
They don’t never give me no credit
No alerts turned on my phone
So I ain’t get your message
Got these women all in they feelings
Over call backs and all that
Man, tell these hoes that I’m big time
And I’m Mannie Fresh, how you love that
That bank card like uh
Rich nigga, no limit
Top off when it pop off
With her head down, how I’m livin’
Bitch, stay out your feelings
Keep it G and get rich
She came over, that’s game over
She here talkin’ with Rich
I told lite(?) that it’s go time
If she bout that then it’s lit
Cap’ just call me on FaceTime
While smokin’ joints with your bitch
That’s G-A-N-G
Gotta say it two times
20 cents on me
In the party, I got two dimes, for sure
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Verse 2: Casey Veggies]
All these hoes in my phone
They be out to get me
Swear I ain’t really doin’ nothing wrong
I been goin’ so damn hard
And I ain’t seen it in so long
My legs tired from runnin’ game
But I thank God I’m strong
Every day I gotta fight
Cause I’m puttin’ on for my fam
100 mil all in my will
Was always in the plan
Hell yeah, that come with it
I sacrifice for the game
Baby girl, she layed up
I’m countin’ dough with my gang
Wizzle man, stay gettin’ high
Young Veggies doin’ the same thing
I ain’t sayin’ no names
All I know is go bang
All these hoes is insane
But all my bitches go HAM
Fit them girls in the van
Young Veggies the man
Like 10 years, I’m still ridin’ round with my

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
I got all these niggas screamin’ gang gang
I got all these niggas screamin’ gang gang
Tell me why these niggas screamin’ gang gang
I’m the one that got you screamin’ gang gang
Pop it please, rollin’ lots of trees, you ain’t coppin ‘these
Mommy these is St. Laurent jeans, now gon’and top me
I get pussy cause I’m poppin’, car pull up, I drop it
If it’s money then we talk it, if it’s not, you need to stop it
Got a girl but I need options, you like one, take ya pick
Love some black girls but this white one lookin’ thick
IG takin’ flicks, she TD, takin’ dick
Khalifa man, take your bitch, one rule, make me rich

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang
Gang gang, gang gang